Lʏᴅɪᴀ Mᴀʀᴛɪɴ (beautifulgenius) wrote in carnaval_logs, |
Lydia nodded again, hoping Anna was right about that. She didn't want people to be dying all over the place here. After the experiences she'd recently had at home, she couldn't help worrying that that was a possibility. Whoever was behind this could have it in mind to torture and kill them all. Maybe. Or they really could just want them all to work. It was impossible to know for sure. Lydia felt less alone when she was talking to Anna. There was no one that she knew there, but she'd never really had a problem making friends before. At least not until after she'd 'gone crazy' but the town of Beacon Hills just had no idea what was really going on there. No idea at all. Lydia hadn't even known for a long time.
"It does, too big...almost." Lydia said. She wondered when and where all of these other people had come from. She was new to the supernatural elements of things. Time travel wasn't really something she'd ever considered as being possible, but now here she was in 1935 along with this girl...and who knew how many others there could be. She had more questions than she knew what to do with, and nothing really to satisfy them. She supposed it would be best not to focus on all that for awhile. She walked around with Anna, taking in the sights and observing what people were doing. This town seemed like a sad little place. The Depression had hit them really hard, Lydia could tell.
"Beacon Hills, California." Lydia answered her, as she stared off into space for a moment. This was all just so surreal. But they were really here, and this was happening. "How about you?"